June 10, 2009 Subject:
I happened to me too.
I remember 1979 on my way to Kashmir. I was sitting in the back of a bus, with chairs with wooden seats, oeffff. The old bold man next to me felt asleep, and had his head resting on my shoulders. I was irritated. I was often. Later I got more mild about it, when I myself got in the sleepy mood. Then was unable to keep my eyes open, in the warm bumby bus on it's journey which seemt endless. Your face is full of recognizable expression ;-)